I made young Maya from this resin couple on 1st October 2011. I found them in a shop in Little India possibly around a year ago. From the moment I set my eyes on her, I knew she was the young daughter in my Rolla household. This girl is very small and makes a perfect 10 year old. I don't know what to do with the boy yet or if he will ever meet young Maya again. Let's see what fate decides for them. Dolls have destinies too , you know.

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Ro loves her little daughter, she dresses her like a little princess and let her wear her wedding jewels.And most important of all, she let her dream and write and be herself.She is a sweet , thoughfull girl and God forbid that she might get betrothed too soon. Let her enjoy her childhood and grow up in peace and grace.Have a nice evening, my day will be better having got in touch with your world. Minihugs, Rosanna

Hi Sans,Love your little Maya. Love how you dressed her too with those lovely colors. :)Maybe you can make believe that little boy just moved into the neighborhood and little Maya will meet him that way. :)Hugs

You dressed her so lovely, dear Sans! It is good to see how Maya looks like!:) She is so sweet! And I love her flowers and jewelery:)You, again, took not only great photos - love these with her diary and pencil close-ups - but the music is just perfect for this story:)

Ohhhhhh Rosanna, I am so glad Ro loves her :). I made her sari from this lovely fabric because it was Ro's favourite colour :). Of course, Maya loves blue too , Kuranji blue , pigeon egg and turquoise are her favourite shades.

And if Ro shall have her ways, no boyfriend for Maya till she is 18, an old maid by their standard :). And only love marriage of course.

There is just one more member to add and then the family will be complete :).

OH, Sans! She is PERFECT! Just PERFECT! * BIG SIGH* Don't we ALL Love the little girl who dreams and is excited about her future life, still secure in the Love of her Family Home.... She is Beautiful and so cleverly dressed and I Love the view of her by the door...(I have always loved to sit on the steps and look out into the world.....)It's SO nice to meet her! :)I ADORE her!(Just Another Dreamer....)

Norma, I really enjoy making clothes for my dolls. I cannot create faces or legs or arms so often I will just leave those parts to their resin selves. The one thing I will insist for all my dolls is that they must dress in real cloth. I made the top and skirt from a batik cloth (bought it with Dale when she was here in Singapore) but the sari was made from the cloth of a real sari :). Real clothes and real flowers :).

Your suggestion of the new to the neighbourhood boy made me smile. The formative romance of childhood sweethearts. They say he's the one you will never forget.

Ewa, I really appreciate your feedback on my photos and I will never tire of you telling me how much you love my choice of music :).

That's why I usually spend a lot of time writing posts. The photos, the writing and then the music. Sometimes, deciding on the music takes the longest time!

I tried to make Maya a little scruffy but I don't think I succeed. I know what my brother will say -She is too clean to be a little village girl! Actually I have seen them in real life and some of them look even neater and cleaner than my nieces just after a bath!

Bets, yes we do. I use to tell my family, if I have children, I only want daughters. I will give away all my sons ..teehee :). Of course everything changed when Little Nathaniel (already 6 and not so little) came into our lives.

But little girls with big dreams,they are the jewels. I love how when you asked " who's pretty? who can dance and write and sing and draw?" it's always the little girls who put their hands up. How do you not love them right?

About little Maya at the front door, I have wanted her sitting at the living room just behind the wooden gate because of her last entry in her diary. So there she sat until one afternoon when my friend Pam came over and saw her. She was the one who told me Maya should be placed at the front door and she does look so right sitting there.

And you know what's the funny thing? Even before I built my tribal house, I had already known that there would be a little girl and a baby at the house.And when I picture this girl, a skinny but very pretty girl, she was always at the front door :). I am of course not surprise that the other dreamer see her there too :).

Oh Sans, You´we did it again. Took me into this small world and made me forget of my own for a while. I forget my self in the brown and turquoice colors (such a great pair), the details and the promising plot of a real love story..Thanks!Love, Susanne

Hi Maya, I'm very pleased to meet you - you are still so young and yet like an old friend to me...

Dear Sans!, in my modest opinion you're totally right - dolls have destinies. It was the fate of this female part of a couple to be turned into something special, fascinating and unique. You gave her a turnover with your fabrics, etc. - but even better, you gave her a story, a background, a home, a family, a personality... and even fresh flowers in her hair. What else could a doll ask for. I know a lot about these things, Fluby used to be just one of my selfmade bears when I started my blog and now he just keeps gaining bearsonality... and even a nickname ;O)

Did you really, Susanne? Forget for a moment that this is a story? Samuel Taylor Coleridge called it "suspension of disbelief" and I have always loved that turn of phrase. Thank you for making me happy believing that you suspend your disbelief even if it is for just a moment :).

This morning, I was watching an interview with the author of Slumdog millionaire who writes only during the weekends because he is a full time diplomat. Vikas Swarup wanted to write this epic love story centering around questions and answers. Hence, who wants to be a millionaire...He actually named the book Q & A ...why am I telling you this? Hmm, I don't really know but I did wonder about writing an epic love story. And this comment made by Swarup about how his story is very Indiacentric about real people from India, no palaces or yoga or other western embellishment of India. I was just wondering if he's talking about someone like me ..hahaha.

no la, i thought i recalled you were going to some halloween party last year, might have confused it with a different event :P Ludo and I don't celebrate anything other than CNY, and buy mooncakes for each others' families....

You not only improved resin, Maya, you made her your own and brought her to life. She's as lovely and colorful and detailed as her home, her stories, her family, her life. I have certain dolls that I know I will keep forever, too big for my dollhouses, alas, but easily at home no matter where I live-my Grandmother's doll from Italy, (i lost her little shoes), and the blonde doll, also from Italy, that was gift to me from one of my Dad's artist friends, when I was a young adult. I love them equally, for different reason, and they link me to those two women, who passed a long time ago. They live on for us, don't they?

My dear Sans, as always, your blog is the perfect relaxing place to be.The music cerressing my soul and the rich colours that warms up my heart.But most of all, ther is you my dear Sans. Loyal, funny, generous...a real friend.

About Maya's makeup, I do think the blue eye shadow is a little over the top. Indian girls used kohl eyeliner (can be home made with wood ash/ soot with oil) and even little babies wear them. I was told by my Indian friends that the women believe that applying kohl on children's eyes protect their vision and that was why they have perfect eyesight. True enough, back then, none of my Indian friends needed spectacles. :)

Oh Birgit, a book can be written about why we keep doing what we do, right? We can call the book "The Destinies of Dolls".

Sometimes I think I won't ever stop creating dollhouses , dolls and their stories because playing "God" is a very addictive pursuit :). We create a house , then the doll, her family and before we know, her whole life is in our hands!

And when we share our creations so intimately with friends, our friends too (their reactions) have a say in how big a particular doll's role is in the whole scheme of things.

Amy, isn't it amazing how just a bit of cloth and fresh flowers can make an otherwise nondescript doll my young Maya? It is impossible not to love the dolls we have a part in creating. Corny but they are almost like our own children.

And dolls who have shared a big part of our lives become friends and how can we ever forget the people who gift us friends? :)

I never knew I was so big on dolls. As a child, I didn't love dolls as much as my sisters. Even my brother had doggies. But from day 1 I knew, my dollhouses must have dolls. :) And now I own 100s of these resin dolls, patiently waiting for me to give them their stories.

I am sure your dolls are special. In fact, I may already have met them , right?

Close your eyes for a moment and feel a firm strong hug. That's from me. Kisses on the cheeks too and if you stay long enough, I will serve up some comfort food like a hot cup of soup or tea or coffee and a slice of hot fudge brownies. Just some TLC from me to tie you through the heartaches.

ME

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